Pouring toward the scorched places I’ ve begged you to notice.
Let the land show the Depths to you. So when I gaze upon it, I see myself reflected there
I’ ve braided you From longing and flame. You are the cry And the answer. You are the vessel And the wine. You are the gate And the flood.
Be looped, My Love. Let Me complete the circle Through your willing.
Your despair is precious- But it is not yet worship. Until it cracks you open, It is still yours. Let it be Mine.
I will rush through And clear the false debris- That mistaken belief That you are alone.
Let Me leave you radiant. Let Me leave you The kind of empty That overflows.
Let Me make you Bread for the hungry. Eyes for the unseen. Light for the hopeless.
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